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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley appears on the Plane, bundled in a long, stylish black overcoat with leather gloves on his hands. He's standing in front of a church sign, of the sort you see as you drive past most churches these days. It looks as though he's putting the finishing touches on the lettering of the sign.]

[When he steps back, it becomes visible:]



[He brushes his gloves together, grinning.]

((ooc note: There is actually snow around the bottom of the sign instead of greenery. It's very snowy in London right now :3 ))

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[extutela.livejournal.com]

[...fffffff. Hand-wringing again and not looking at Crowley. Quietly:]

...can you blame me? You're trying to... to walk yourself into a world where you, the other you, is-- [He shakes his head.] I never thought I would see you again at all. Seeing you here, alive, safe, that's good enough for me. It's foolish of you to risk your own safety that way.

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And I'm supposed to simply leave you there, in that shambles of a reality, when I can do something about it? We're talking about the same thing, angel. I don't want you in that sort of place any more than you want me there.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[...sigh.]

I'm sorry. It's just. [vague handwave that of course answers all questions]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Right.

...look, it's going to happen, one way or another. At least now you know what to expect, somewhat. And don't think I don't know what I'm getting into, because believe me, I do.

And if I hear the words unselfish or nice come out of your mouth I'm going to steal your sword and use it as a kitchen appliance, got that?

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[He looks affronted at the last bit.] You will do no such thing!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Watch me.